And that frankly will not fly. You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this song's guiding you home. And they will see us waving from such great heights. 'Come down now,' they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away. Come down now, but we'll stay.
I'm working on your birthday present that's already a month late. I'm sorry it's taking so long. I should have it to you by Christmas when we leave to go back home.
I am going to miss you so much over break. It already makes me sad just thinking about it.
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